So now, I can save ACAG, become a theater patron and savior, and take a sizeable chunk out of my debt. Six hundred is such a wonderful number, exactly what I need. Half goes to noble theater, a hundred to my picture development, and the rest to pay off those pesky plastic things that are always magically sliding themselves through magnetic readers to facilitate the transfer of a few numbers from one place to another and allowing me to go home with lots of stuff that I really need (don't need). Exquisite. Best day of the summer. Such much craziness, so little time, and it all started off with lots of bitching in Jacqui's room. I'm going to go see fucking ACDC! With this I can extend the range of my I-will-go-here-if-they-come-to-this-state-ness to whatever the hell backwater hole of some cobbled together borders guarded by son's of the soil hicks with shotguns is past Oklahoma. And so this wonderful day ends, with a cigarette out of my window, as the sun begins to punch it's way through my face and lights up the nearby trees with it's terrible terrible poison. Good things we had Bullet Zoot-suit Malahan on our side.